Sally The Salmon Novels & Stories

We knocked on her thatched door and waited patiently for her to open the door for us. The door opened widely and the old witch stuck her head out to see who was looking for her. "Who are you and what do you want?" She asked staring at us from head to toe. "I am Sally, the only surviving of the Vikings pack, the heir o the Vikings pack. And this is my friend, Sarah, she is a witch and could need your help", I introduced us. "Come in", she said and Sarah and I exchanged glances excitedly before walking into the hut. The hut was tattered and unkempt, it had this strong smell of different herbs and I wondered how she breathed and survived in there.

On the note, the woman’s pretty handwriting wrote, “Sally Summers hopes that she can eat this man’s noodles every time she comes back in the future!” Elijah sighed and opened his eyes. Through the black ribbon, he stared steadily at her figure, dyed orange by the sunset. Her hope was so simple. How could he disappoint her? “Hubby!” Sally ran over, holding a plastic bucket that carried fish. “I caught a huge fish!” She lifted the bucket like she was presenting a treasure for him to see. “Look. It’s so big!” In the bucket, there was a fish about twenty centimeters long flailing around.

Sally looked uncomfortable when I brought the topic about our relationship , I thought I had been making progress unfortunately, I knew I had to do more. Just then, the door was opened and both the kidnappers entered the room, One of them walked over to Sally but she quickly stood behind me scared, "What do you want?" I questioned, "The woman should come forward" one of them said, they both brought out their guns and pointed them at us, "Come here" one of them said to Sally, she slowly walked towards them, in a shift movement, one of them pressed a cloth on Sally's nose and she immediately passed out, he carried her to the bed and made her lay down,

'Come back, she has a bomb attached to both Marcy. A roar was heard from where she must have been, but not too long did I see her shaking as she walked in. I had to keep breathing heavily to not act on my impulse. Sally was fucking enjoying this bulshit. With a bright smile, she looked at us both like she had won the giant apple at the fair. "Why are you doing this?" Marcela asked when Sally cackled as she replied with glee. "Because I now get to have the wolves that belonged to me from the very beginning, now I get to choose who the fuck is worth the power of being blessed.”

“Here's your food.” Sally placed a tray containing a plate of chicken caesar salad and a glass of juice on Ariel's lap. Despite her attempts to hide her vendetta, Ariel could feel it. It was written all over her; her inability to keep her gaze on Ariel and her pursed, stiff lips. “Sally? Is anything the matter?” Ariel asked, digging the fork into the salad. Sally stirred where she stood, forcing a smile to appear on her lips. “No, there's no problem, why do you ask?” She returned, batting her long lashes at Ariel.

I said without thinking. ‎ ‎“Don’t get ideas,” Sally said, already halfway to the door. “The mate bond doesn’t mean anything here, unless he says it does.” ‎ ‎With that, she left. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I sat at the edge of the soft, platform-style bed and stared at the food — grilled salmon, avocado rice, and a small bowl of berries. ‎ ‎Gourmet. Clean. Like something served at a luxury wellness retreat. ‎ ‎Just wondering what happened to the one they brought before the alpha summoned me.

Sally said sheepishly, knowing her friend didn't like taking from others. Sally's father was an executive on Duskbane's Enterprise Board, and her absent mother was a high-ranking Lycan. Growing up, her wealth was her leverage among the full-blooded lycans, but that changed when she became friends with them. Unlike them, she got gigs just to tag along . "No... Thank you so much, Sally, but I need to do this myself." Elara busily waved her off, typing furiously. "I have an idea. Just hear me out," Sally shifted awkwardly. "What do you think about Alejandro's-"

"Are you all right little Human?" Sally let loose a surprised gasping laugh, realising that she was, in fact, the only human in the room. Gentle lips found her mark, still working at soothing her. She could feel Celeste's worry like a living thing and that, if nothing else, made her take real stock of what was happening. "Ok," She looked at her best friend. She looked frightened, alone on her seat, watching her with tears pooling in her eyes. "Celeste is my mate," Sally blurted suddenly, "She's a hyena. and Hunter is her husband and a lion. We're not mates but I want him to mark me one day."

Sally cheeks turned pale as she blushed . “Stop your fluttering ,I know I look like a stupid clown,this attire simply doesn't suit my ‘Bad bitch ’personality” She said while slumping her soft butt on the tall wooden stool next to the kitchen island. “Seriously sis,this style actually suits you” Celine said while plopping a pancake on a white plate while handing it to Sally . “Suit me indeed ” Sally rolled her eyes. She bite a huge chunk of the pancake and opened her eyes wide.

While Danika walked in her usual steady elegant steps, Sally skidded her way forward, grinning and smiling at everything and everyone. She's like a wealth of sunshine in a very dark world, Danika thought. Although it's not on her face, Danika was so happy for the first time in a long time. As they walked, Danika discovered that everyone loves Sally. Everyone. The people of Salem grin at her and waved in greeting. Some of them would even say words of greeting to Sally, and she'll eagerly reply to them. They came across an old woman who was struggling to lift a sack bag on her head.